Fidel stood behind the counter meticulously arranging flowers. The shop was covered head to toe in a sorts of flowers from big to small.

Suddenly, the sound of the bell above the shop door rang. Which signaled the entry of a new customer.

Fidel’s head lifted from his work. His eyes following your steps as you entered his shop.

He knew you. He knew you very well. He would leave beautiful bouquets of flowers on your doorstep. Problem is, you don’t know him at all.